Sherlock Holmes - Harry's Bar lyrics

Man this is a joke Always like Ah, I'm so f**ing wet! Whats that, are it's a pub... Verse 1 Yeah, I'm sat up at the bar Hit me with a Whiskey, Mr C I travelled far Just me and my haggard nag pack and my guitar With my six shooter, sleeping on my back under the stars I start a tab out my card Yeah, a lot of people ask It's from the bank of under mattress at my yard I'll get paid later Yeah that's right, i'm playing later Keep the liquor coming mate, the taste savoured Me? Pace it? Well that's non of your concern You'll eat your words, when the place is full of faces in our bar Now hit me with another, I can't drink the shadows in my gla** If I could, i'd have a mansion and a car, now All I got's this headache and a rash up on my arm So best hit me with another, I rap badder when i'm jarred And I'm not due til' after dark, and it's a full moon Take that bottle mate, more fool you Don't think i can pull through, without you on my side (?) rule roosts I can see it in your eyes that you do too Don't be fooled by my size, I could school you Bad Jew Ju-Jitsu and voodoo Beat you so brutal, you'll be weeping to your *cough, cough* Sorry, i got carried away I meant to say, do you do food? * Break* "but there's tragedy in all this"... Verse 2 Hang on Where's the guy who booked me? What you mean you don't know, don't push me you rookie I know all promoter types are crooked, man I've been about And I won't make a sound out my mouth until I seen the goodies Is that a 30 year scotch, let me take a lookie You know my credits good, I'm booked I said before, that I write better when I'm well and cooked Hey you're nice, got a fella? want a bevvy toots? No, I thought not Walk off Girls in this town like Fort Knox Wait til' I've played mate And then I'm everything a girl wants Bartender, hit me with that old scotch I can take my drink son I don't need to hold off Know how far I travelled here Try to fob me off with packet crisps and a can of beer Where's the man with cash and that scram I am famished here You want raps appearing or me dashing, you got talent here Once the man's paid, then the magic's here See me stand on that stage, act cavalier And amp the centigrade up to Tanzania Yeah i don't look much But best believe I've got the good stuff Getting it frothing up, like a coke can that shook up You don't believe me, I can see it in your eyes though Right Homes, I'll prove it, where's the f**ing microphone